Every day that passed i could not help but think about my Aunts friend Isabelle whom I massaged recently. It was a first for me - being so turned on by massaging a client especially an elderly one.
A few weeks later my phone rang. This time it wasn't my Aunt, it was Isabelle. She had asked my Aunt for my number as she wanted to speak to me directly. Strangely, I was a little nervous. She thanked me for her recent massage telling me that it was the best she had felt in years. This had me confused. (Was she talking about her muscles after the massage or, the actual massage?!). "Could I do it again?" she asked. Without wanting to sound too eager I told her that I was mad busy but could meet Saturday. This was my day off but I wouldnt miss this for the world.
"OK, see you then." I couldn't wait.
Saturday finally arrived and, as per our plans, I arrived on time at 7pm. She was wearing a beautiful summer dress with a plunging neckline. Very revealing, I thought. I noticed a half empty bottle of wine and an empty glass beside it. She saw me looking at it. "Would you like a glass?"
"Perhaps later" I said, trying to remain professional.
"Ok" she confidently said. "Lets go do it".
I sensed some bravado in her voice. Probably the wine! She poured herself another glass and confidently said "this way."
She led me to a room with a double bed. It was dimly lit with a few (great smelling) candles burning. "Hope this is ok", she asked, "its the guest room."
"More than fine" I answered. I told her that I'd leave the room to let her get ready but she said "don't worry, you've already seen me under a towel and I'm pretty sure this old body means nothing when you see lots of pretty girls."
"Don't be daft, you look fantastic" I replied probably a bit too quickly. If only she knew the real truth!
She slipped off her shoes and began to untie, then unbutton her dress. I busied myself preparing while trying to sneak glances of the undressing process. Fuck, I thought, she is wearing hold-ups with matching bra and knickers. No granny pants this time but instead, a white thong. Her bra was sheer and tried as I might I just couldn't see her breasts or nipples. I didn't want to be too obvious.
I asked her how she was after the last massage and how her back was feeling. She told me it was still a little stiff but no other pains. The first massage though really relaxed her she said and had a fantastic sleep. She was telling me this while removing her stockings. I was mesmerised but then thought, why is wearing stockings at home - is it a sign? Does it mean something? Or am I just being daft and they are comfortable.
Once fully undressed she lay face down with underwear still on. I just wanted to remove them. Fucking stay professional I thought. Focus. I covered her back and bum area with a large soft towel then began.
Having studied reflexology my first target was her feet. With warm oil I began rubbing her feet at the pressure points I knew would have an impact on how she was feeling. I swear it wasn't long before I heard the first moan and grinding hip movement. Not a lot but enough to interest me.
I moved onto her heels and calves with lots of hot oil massaging both legs with the same equal movements. Slow, then quicker, back to slow gently creeping up her legs to reach her inner thighs then back down again. Each time my hands journeyed north I moved just that inch closer towards her knickers. I took a long long time repeating this process moving my fingers higher and higher. This time I was sure of the moans and hip pushes into the bed. Her legs opened up bit by bit as well as though inviting me in or, to go further. If this was someone massaging me the intensity would be killing me. I'd be thinking 'touch me, please touch me'.
Just when I was an inch or two away from her knickers, pussy, clit I lifted my hands away and shifted myself to massage her back. I asked if it was ok to unloosen her bra - without answering she leaned back, unclipped and then surprisingly removed the whole bra throwing it onto the floor. Similar to before I massaged around her neck, shoulders working my way gently down her back. Kneeling on her right side I massaged from her spine to her side, top to bottom. As I was working from lower back area I had an excitement building of touching the side of her breasts again. This was insane. This gentle old lady was turning me on so much, she wanted my help and here I am, perving over her. Couldn't stop myself though! When I reached her breast area I slowed my strokes and, at first, was hesitant until my longest finger brushed her breast and I heard a soft moan. I continued with the side sweeps but when reaching that fleshy area I would slow and, using the tips of my fingers carried out little circular movements. I was not imagining this but her legs shifted slightly and I most definitely saw a grind from that pelvic area.
I knew the side breast sweeps and touching were having some affect due to the noises and movements so I plucked up courage for the next step.
"Would you like to turn over?"